When Humans Aren't Around

The light, blinding with it's rays

on roof tops and tree lines

cuts the dark visitors in half,

Sprites dance in with made

for TV merriment in time

finding frutiless trees grow,

Fights break out when wind

blows in to unsettle a trees limb

hosting a kite to remain in motion,

Tight turns cause catastrophy to appear

into a fence to shred what's left

of it's plastic mesh festival,

Was it better to remain safe

in that organic guardian angel

dangling for all it was worth?

I imagine now it's worse off

but to take flight before failure

must have been a hell of a way to go,

Bravo

 

 

 

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